#and i took that oppurtunity to make it look so much worse/better

[tentechbiolognostic]

weve all seen and heard about posts that look like this

but what about all the comments that look like this

[1indigoisles]

Chapter 2 - Excerpt 5

This is the calm before the storm, people. Apologies beforehand, this is going to be kinda short, but I promise Chapter 2 - Excerpt 6 is going to be better.

I was tired. I was so unimaginably tired. I was too tired to even tell anyone that I was tired if they bothered to ask. I had spent what felt like the whole night awake, thinking, thinking about whatever had happened the day before. I had tried to be calm for Lila, but in the end, I had lost it. It had been too much. Too much input. And now, at around 5:00 in the morning, even after a night of calming down and thinking, I couldn’t shake the feeling, the instinct, that Lila and I were both in danger.

After Lila told me about the Wall, we’d decided that the best course of action would be to go back home, have some dinner, and go to sleep. The next morning, we would go looking for answers.

I failed at the going-to-sleep part, obviously, so I got up way earlier than usual for school and was completely ready by the time Lila grumbled down the stairs in her pink pajamas, blindly asking for her mug of coffee.

I offered it to her, a little milk, a little strong, a little more than lukewarm, and a gallon of sugar, just the way she liked it.

“So. Am I still expected to assault my new-found friend Catherine Fall with questions about the Wall and existence of Knightville?” Lila grumbled.

I thought about it for a moment. “Not really. You get to ask the easy stuff, because of your lack of tact.”

Lila made a protesting noise.

“You just ask Catherine if she wants to go out of town today and see how she reacts,” I finished. “and then you report your observations to me.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“I get the hard stuff,” I replied simply.

“I still don’t understand,” Lila said anxiously, “We can find Knightville on our devices, but not on Cassidy’s. We got tickets, brochures...”

I thought about it. Knightville was, according to our map, sandwiched somewhere between Providence and Kent. It had neither airport nor train station, so we had to take a plane to Kent and a 17-hour drive to the town. Even the moving trucks had only accompanied us as far as Kent, before we took all our belongings in tow with Lila’s truck. Nobody had accompanied us to Knightville.

Now, as for the Internet and brochures, that I couldn’t explain. It was clear that everybody on the outside thought that Knightville didn’t exist. Which gave rise to another question: How did we get to know about it?

When I told Lila as much, she frowned faintly, which was a once-in-a-lifetime occurence. “Alright then, good luck at school today.”

I grabbed my school bag and helmet, and grinned. “Thanks.”

Little did I know, that when I reached Knightville High, everything would be different. It seemed more isolated, emptier, and I myself somehow felt invisible. Everyone was going about their day normally, but it was like they made an especially forced effort to try and ignore me, which, under normal circumstances, I would have been completely okay with. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with what Lila and I had found.

To make matters worse, I couldn’t find Jolene or Rowan or even the Raynott sisters, the only things familiar to me in this school. All four of them had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth, and it felt as though I was walking on strange and fragile ground.

For the first few hours of school, I felt terribly unproductive. I was supposed to be scavenging for information, but what was I doing instead? Going about school, as if everything were normal. It was like all the answers lay behind a tough, opaque bubble, and it simply refused to pop no matter how much pressure I put on it.

It was only at the very end of the school day, right outside the school building, that something happened. That I caught a glimpse of something bright and unmistakeable and messy. Something the colour of fire.

“Jolene!” I called, sprinting at the oppurtunity, not caring how wild I looked doing it.

Jolene turned in surprise, and I caught up to her.

“Jolene,” I repeated, “I-”

“I know! I know you have questions,” she interrupted, “and you will get your answers. But right now, we really need you to go home as fast as you can and stay there.” She shoved a small piece of paper into my hands. And before I could ask who ‘we’ meant, Jolene continued, “tomorrow, when everything is safer, come to this address.” She looked around. “I’m sorry, Kenneth, I can’t stay here much longer, but get home as fast as you can, and just, please trust me.”

And with that, she ran away.

Stunned, I looked at the paper.

Jolene’s scrawling handwriting read:

Diaforians HQ, 62 Fire Street, Knightville

x

Welcome to the real world.

Taglist: @jeahreading, @mayaheronthorn, @damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay, @tys-kitty, @margareturtle

[twillightteaparty]

Is it okay if i request Crowley or Vil and Rook reacting to MC being in a pact with a demon? And this demon follows them around everywhere but never in their human form, they usually chill on their shoulders as a cat or a crow, but they won't hesitate to change their human form in front of potential threaths to defend them. And maybe everyone thought they were a regular animal until they changed form.

MC With A Demon Pact!

Crowley

I feel like that Crowley response is just, *double checks student file*. this man is like how? when? why? he has many questions and he shall make demands to get answers. because 'im headmaster and I must be aware of whats going on!'

if mc has to help in over blots before one demon pact was found out, they most certainly are expected to help out now. probably to the demon friends(?) dismay most likely.

will make an off hand comment about how he totally knew there was something up with the Cat/Crow before. (though it's hard to believe him, and even harder to tell if he's lieing.)

overall he may be a little surprised but he's going to try his best to take advantage of this situation for better or worse. It's very unclear if he secretly harbors any fear for the demon. just add onto the pile of things he wont tell us.

Vil

Vil's interest has been piqued! I can only imagine his surpise when they cat/crow in question leaps into action only to take on a more human form that still harbors Demonic features.

He'll probably also ask questions but he won't be so demanding as the headmaster. he more so has genuine curosity and also like- are there any good inferanal skin care routines or like its that just a natural hellish glow? he'd like to know for future references.

Might ask why their demon friend hangs out as cat/crow more often than their humonid one. is if for convience? is it so people don't freak out about horns or something? will try to convince them to rock their look more often, because i don't think many people will be too concerned about such oddities here.

after the intial, hehe neat! I don't think Vil will make a big deal of it all. probably checks in occasionally to see how the two of you are doing lately, but otherwise meh whatever.

Rook

he is E C S T A T I C. we can at least be thankful that he can hold his composure rather well. he will go about various ways to find the weakness within the demons abilities and the pact its self. he is just c u r i o u s, not that he plans to do anything with his knowledge.

probably gonna bombard the demon will all sorts of questions of what its like where your from? Rook is gonna keep them in a conversation for as long as possible and learn as much as he can.

if progress is haulted in the learning bell he may come to a hault and take a beather, a step back. or he could just get more creative about what he is doing.

Please now imagine rook petting the demon in their cat/crow for at any given oppurtunity and gushing over them or something.

Grim

Please grim is going to be so confused- he is just going to be like, excuse me! Why didn't you tell me! your roommate! rude!

meanwhile internally he is just thankful he wasn't the one to piss mc off or their demon friend. Grim is absolutely shooketh.

just a 'i took a cat nap with them????' struggles to wrap his mind around the concept of cat/crow friend being a literal demon. it's not going well for him

gets a little sad when he realizes he can't get them to do the same things they do for mc for him. smh.

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I threw grim in as a treat, hope that's okay. because I can only Imagine Grims horror, to be honest. brings much amusement.

Also, my plan is to be posting every Monday from here on out, to give me time to do things and just not overwork myself.

this is the part where I apologize because I feel like my work is lackluster. anyways have a good day

Signed, Admin Tea

[dappercritter]

Godzilla vs Kong: Brutally Honest Thoughts

(Took me long enough, eh? Depending on home video releases be like that.)

So first things first, I have a confession to make: I spoiled the movie before I watched it. I was impatient and they had only announced an HBO Max premiere in the states and a theatrical run in Canada at the time. Afterward, I got heads-up from a friend and immersed myself in the opinions of those lucky enough to see it early. I’m just saying that I have some preconceived opinions that I’m sticking to.

That said, Godzilla vs Kong turned out to be more fun than I expected! But you already knew that. Everyone did. The two kings of movie monsters had their rematch and this time it was with glorious Hollywood SFX powering it this time.

The human story was fun but it’s clear they stopped trying at this point. Team Kong stole my heart, especially Jia. Team Godzilla (although the Conspiracy Crew would be a more fitting term since they spend more time chasing down mysteries than trying to back or understand Godzilla) was more fun than I expected and their dynamic was surprisingly enjoyable. Bernie is actually kind of funny, it's nice to see Madison acting more assertive, and Josh was fine--he was the only sane man of the bunch but he was also the butt of the jokes. Still, all the hardcore conspiracy jokes got old fast and it feels off seeing the daughter of two scientists turn into an edgy conspiracy crackpot. Why not an edgy science major?

Team Apex are fun villains, especially Walter Simmons who's a great megalomaniacal CEO type, but Ren Serizawa is a joke. I like his actor's performance but he's just another footnote. Nobody bats an eye at his last name, although the only heroes he interacts with are Nathan Lind and he just misses Team Godzilla. He really could have just been any other villain, but instead, they had to sully Serizawa’s legacy further while robbing a good actor of some interesting material. (As is, it turns out he was just an egotistical jerk with daddy issues--an easy puzzle to solve on day one--after all...)

However, I still cannot and will not approve of the fact that somebody thought it would be a good idea to make the heroes of a sci-fi story into hardcore conspiracy theorists in this day and age. Likewise, I’m not a huge fan of how they essentially made the Hollow Earth into its own universe complete with a crazy portal and an environment with its own laws of physics, nor am I totally crazy about the huge leap in technology that was made between this and KOTM, or G’14 for that matter.

The monsters as awesome as they are, are the biggest mixed bag in the show.

Kong is at his best in ages, and while I am all for the new heroic warrior character that Legendary have crafted and I acknowledge that making him a worthy opponent for their god-tier Godzilla was going to be a hurdle, I think they did a splendid job. Seeing Kong using agility and acrobatics was a glorious sight to behold, and something about Kong becoming a tool-user and weapon wielder just feels right. It’s a far better demonstration of Kong as a “thinking animal” (*wink, wink*).

I’m much less thrilled about their treatment of his greatest opponent ever. After everything they’ve done to build up Godzilla as the incredible force of neutral good fighting to maintain balance and all the build up to ancient rivalry debating back to a great Titan war--even going as far as putting his name in front Kong’s this time!-- they’ve reduced Godzilla back to glorified bully for Kong. He only gets the minimum amount of sympathy from the cast of his movie before they go off to deal with the conspiracy plot or focus on Kong and the Hollow Earth. Worse still, he is somehow more powerful and more aggressive than ever for a good chunk of the movie which leads to an outcome I’m sorry to say we all saw coming. Somehow, I suspect that the reason behind this was how Wingard cited Godzilla vs. Mothra, vs. Destoryah, and Shin-Godzilla as influences for the monsters scale and story, which while cool and all, are all movies where he was played up as a mostly stoic antagonist rather than a three-dimensional character like Kong. (Though ironically vs. Destoroyah and Shin did a better job of making Godzilla feel more sympathetic and in both of them he was a walking nuclear reactor meltdown.)

Due to the unfortunate time constraints of the three-way deal between Toho, WB, and Universal at the time this was in production, Kong was unable to secure a proper sequel that could develop his skillset like Godzilla’s did. Nevermind the fact the filmmakers completely surrendered to the “nothing matters but the monsters” mentality that a chunk of the fanbase has been spouting since this universe unofficially kicked off almost 10 years ago. (Sidenote: Oh god, I’m turning in an old fart already.) As a result, the movie trips over itself trying to set up Godzilla and Kong’s rivalry as well as building up Kong as a worthy opponent to Godzilla while expanding on their shared lore, and as a result countless plot points set up in in the previous movie and tie-in movie are thrown out the window. I’m sorry to say but in spite of all hopes and illusions of grandeur, it’s safe to this damn thing is a Kong movie with Godzilla as the bad guy.

...at least until HE shows up. Yup, Mechagodzilla. The biggest spoiled twist of the centuries steals the show so the movie can pull a Dawn of Justice. But! It does it much better than the fractured DCEU’s most controversial entry ever could. Mechagodzilla’s inclusion gets a decent amount of build up thanks to Team Godzilla/the Conspiracy Crew, and when he shows up, does he make an impression! At first, I wasn’t sure how to feel about his inclusion or his design, but I’ve come to like this one. He’s basically a kaiju terminator built in Godzilla’s image made purely out of heavy machinery piloted by the best Ghidorah head. It’s a jarring change of pace compared to previous MechaG’s but it grows on you after a while. With the abundance of weaponry stuffed into him, he feels like a fitting update of the original killing machine, and even if his inclusion feels like an easy way out of the big showdown, it’s fun to see him played as a literal colossal heel for the kings to team up against. Not to mention he looks shockingly good with those red highlights. However, one still can’t help but wonder how and why he was made in this universe, or how he feels like pure heavy machinery one minute and then an extra-large Ultron unit the next.

As for the the big throwdowns we’ve all been waiting for... well, we’re still in the mixed bag deparment. While the fights are all exciting and excellently choreographed, and benefit from some more eclectic lighting and cinematograph, I’m sorry to say that as far as the rematch of the century goes they dropped the ball on this one.

Don’t get me wrong, the fights are all great in their own ways, but there’s a drastic change in the feeling of weight and power with the monsters. Godzilla, Kong, and even Mechagodzilla all feel strangely floaty in most of their fights. One moments they feel like true behemoths shaking the very earth with every movement and then it’s like they’re in Godzilla Unleashed, running, jumping, and throwing each other around with speed that feels that almost makes you wonder if the Hollow Earth’s gravity inversion stuff is leaking out into the world. While it’s all perfectly cool, you can’t help but wonder how Kong is able to leap between aircraft carriers and buildings, when Godzilla got the ability to blow a hole through the Earth itself, or how a colossal machine is able to move so nimbly or why it has to be flashing blue all the time.

It’s fascinating and fun but you just can’t help but wonder how we got from almost posthuman disaster and war movies exploring how we’re at the mercy of the ancient almost mythical forces beyond our comprehension, we’ve found ourselves smack dab in the middle of Bayformers meets Jurassic World levels of Hollywood absurdity where anything and everything can and will happen in the name of getting to the monster fights. Although I can’t say I’m surprised given the director’s take on Death Note made some questionable choices with it’s take on the infamous cast while still coming up with some genuinely inspired choices. Still, all things considered we could have gotten worse compared to ther cinematic universes made by WB and Universal.

As for some misc. thoughts to close up this rambling mess:

-The soundtrack is fantastic. A great continuation of the feel of Skull Island’s mixtape with some truly wonderful picks. Special mention goes to the opening and ending songs, and they GOT AN ELVIS PRESLEY SONG IN HERE! YES!!! The three kings of pop culture together at last!

-While this movie didn’t need to be any more overstuffed, it would have been nice if the rest of the Titans didn’t disappear entirely from this movie. I get that Godzilla: Dominion already explained what happened to them all more or less, but it really is a missed oppurtunity that we never got to see another Titan war. Or Rodan attacking Kong to avenge his pterosaur bretheren from days long past. Speaking of which...

-“Save Mothra” jokes be damned, Mothra would have been a welcome gues star, not just to help break up the big fight, but to show off Godzilla’s softer, more protective side. And yes, I want more Mothzilla. Shut up, we deserve it.

-Boy, Monarch sure does a whole lot of nothing up-top, huh?

-The cinematography is a great update but there’s a little too much neon lighting, especially in the Apex HQ and the Hollow Earth throne room. It feels like they’re trying just a little too hard to sell the more futuristic, Hollywood sci-fi feel.

-The score is... great but not that great. Of course, I’ve always had mixed feelings about Tom Holkenburg (AKA Junkie XL)’s music. I liked Kong’s themes, but they REALLY dropped the ball with Godzilla’s theme. Mechagodzilla’s works really well as long you ignore that it’s just Godzilla’s theme in this movie with an ominious choir added in.

-The new Hollow Earth creatures are all perfectly fine. Actually, I thought they were another highlight! Especially the Warbats, Hellhawks, and Doug the Titanus Foetodon Man.

-I want to do a release the extended cut campaign but I don’t think any of us have the energy for that s**t anymore.

[happyandticklish]

Endurance Training

Izaya and Shinra have a game they like to play. Some of them are more in denial about the purpose of the game than others. 

Izaya’s eyes were closed, a mockery of peace as he lay back against the upholstery of his couch. His eyebrows twitched downwards, a tell for his current unease. His legs were spread wide, their only protection thin shorts that hands could easily slip into. He let out another rattling breath, gripping the sides of the couch tighter.

“You’re doing great,” came the gentle encouragement from below him, and he huffed out a laugh which was meant to be derisive but was far too exhausted for that. “We’ve been going for twenty minutes now and you haven’t folded. You must really love this; I know even I wouldn’t be able to handle this.”

“I d-don’t like it,” Izaya snapped immediately, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink. Heat flashed through his body in waves, prompted from both embarrassment and laughter. “It’s endurance training.”

“If you say so,” Shinra said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t get why you can’t just admit that you like it.”

A couple months ago Shinra had stumbled across the delightful discovery that Izaya was ticklish. He had teased him a couple times with the information afterwards, but he had never expected things to go the direction they had. When Izaya had approached him with an obviously fake nonchalance and asked him to tickle him again, Shinra had been ecstatic and more than a little confused. After further inquiry, Izaya had admitted that he wanted to train himself to overcome the weakness as he didn’t want anyone else taking advantage of it. Evidently, Shinra was someone he trusted with this task.

Shinra had agreed, not willing to turn down an oppurtunity to see his best friend smile, and the two had met up to have their first “session”, as Shinra liked to call them. They had agreed that bondage was out as Izaya wanted to figure out how to control his reactions on his own as opposed to using the assistance of an outside force. So instead Izaya had simply laid down on the couch and Shinra had gone to town on him with little preamble. That first time there had been no resisting; it took all of two seconds for Izaya to brake into crazed laughter, squirming and pleading wildly. Admittedly, Shinra had not given him much warning, so the info broker had not had time to prepare himself for the attack. Izaya had been mad about it, but Shinra liked to think it had added to the experiment.

After that first time, they had settled into a pattern. Izaya and he would meet up once a week for these sessions, meeting at whoever’s house was most convenient. Thus far, Izaya had been unable to cure his sensitivity. Shinra had a separate theory that Izaya didn’t actually care about endurance and just wanted an excuse to be wrecked, but anytime he had brought it up in the past Izaya had turned bright red and scoffed at the theory.

Today they were doing a very particular test. It was one of their favorite kinds of sessions, though Izaya insisted it was only because it was the hardest to resist. Izaya’s thighs were easily the most ticklish spot in his body, rivaled only by his hips, and anytime Shinra had gotten anywhere near them in the beginning the other boy would shove him off with frantic giggles. Now though, Izaya had built up a better endurance to it, or at the very least would allow Shinra to touch him without decapitating him. Izaya’s legs were spread on the couch and Shinra knelt in-between them, wringing all kinds of uncontrollable noises from his lips. To anyone else, the situation might have looked far more risqué than it was in reality.

“Hmm…. G-gahaha, hnh, ahhh,” Izaya suddenly slammed one hand down on the couch, blowing out a puff of air through pursed lips. “You uhuhutter ahahass.”

“Is this bothering you?” Though the words came out far more teasing than Shinra had intended, he was genuinely interested in the answer. Right now he was tracing light circles with two fingers on the sensitive inner skin of each thigh, slow and languorous and wholly impossible to resist. The only reason Shinra still had any of his fingers still attached to his hand, was because, technically, Izaya had asked for this.

Izaya was walking the razor’s edge of insanity. His whole body was tense, those two simple touches somehow scurrying to every other nerve in his body making him feel as though he were being electrocuted. He arched back on the couch, one hand flying out and slamming into the couch again before coming up to grip his hair. It was taking every ounce of self-control not to shove Shinra off of him. In a way, this was almost worse than bondage.

“N-Nohoho,” he giggled, grinning through his hands. “P-Pfft, gohohod, hohoholy shihihit!”

“It’s not bothering you?” Shinra raised an eyebrow. “Oh, okay then. I was going to stop and give you a break, but if it’s not bothering you I guess I’ll just keep going then.”

“Y-Yohohou—” Izaya broke off his own sentence to break into frustrated cackles. 

Two minutes. That was the amount of time Izaya could handle that particular method of tickling. He lunged forward, gripping Shinra’s shoulders but not stopping him, not really. “I-Ihihihit fuhuhuhucking tihihickles, ohohokay, gahahahad!”

“So you want me to stop?” Shinra asked, momentarily startled by the sudden movement. “Are you caving?”

“No!” The word exploded out of him in a shriek as Shinra teased the innermost patch of his thighs, the spot where his legs met his hips, and the combination of his two worst spots being tormented drove him nearly to the edge. “J-Juhuhuhust dohohoho somethihihing ehehelse, plehehehease!”

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

“Yehehes!”

“Okay, you asked for it.”

“Whahahat dohohoho yohou mehe—nohohoOHOHO, AIHIHEHEH!”

Izaya flew back into the couch as Shinra started roughly squeezing his thighs, his thumbs digging, or so it seemed, directly into his nerves. Izaya’s laughter turned silent and he grabbed a nearby pillow, hugging it close to his chest so he wouldn’t accidentally hit something, or someone. This time, when combined with the twenty minutes of build-up from slow tickling, Izaya lasted approximately thirty seconds before he slammed his legs closed and shoved Shinra roughly away from him.

Shinra laughed as he fell backward, shaking his head. “Wow… I’m surprised you lasted that long.”

Izaya hugged his legs close to his chest, giggling tiredly. “T-That was mean and you know it.”

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to do these sessions anyway,” Shinra pointed out, standing up and coming to sit over on the couch next to him. Izaya flinched as he did so and his hands flew out to block an attack, an anticipatory squeak falling from his lips. “Woah, relax, I’m done. I really did a number on you, didn’t I?”

“Nohoho,” Izaya denied though he couldn’t seem to stop giggling. The sight was honestly adorable. Shinra was so used to seeing his friend act cool and confident, a snarky remark always on his lips, that these meetings were always a lovely reminder of how human he really was. Izaya’s legs were trembling still, held protectively to his chest, and his entire face was red, even the tips of his ears tinged pink. Shinra felt his heart flutter and thump against his chest, a gentle reminder of feelings he had refused to put a name to. He turned away before his face could reveal anything and pushed forward with a casual nonchalance he didn’t feel.

“You know, if you want me to tickle you, you can just say so,” he said. “You don’t have to go through this whole charade every time—we all know you’re far too ticklish too resist anyway.”

Izaya froze before narrowing his eyes and glancing away. “Fuck you.”

“You’re only mad because you know I’m right.”

“No, seriously, fuck you.”

Shinra laughed, deciding that one day he would get around to telling Izaya how he felt. For now he was content to sit on the couch and gently tease his friend while the hours slowly ticked by. 

It wasn’t the worst way to spend your day.

[ray-jaykub]

Hello... Could you write a Story with Leo? Have a first date, romantic evening or something else?

I tried and for the first time in awhile i finally feel like im somewhat put of the rut i was in. I hope this gives you good people good dreams.

Leonardo x fem reader

Warnings:none, just love and amazingness

The past few years have been nothing but new for Leonardo. A good new that left his heart racing and face flushed. Laying awake at night with a wild grin on his face from just thinking about them. Them being you.

April needed a new roommate after hers ran off and you had tooken up the oppurtunity. Only a week into living with her did you run in on the most obscene thing. They had dropped by to say hello, which had Mikey flirting and making jokes, Raphael ended up knocking over boxes of your belongings and Donatello had tried to pick them up all while Leonardo just wanted to have a decent conversation. But then Keys jingled on the other side of the door.

Now imagine... April trying to shush Mikey, Raphael knocking over yet another 3 boxes from standing to look out the door and Donatello getting stuck in the window. Leonardo tries to shove at Donnie's butt, praying that maybe they'd drop their keys or it's the wrong person but the door swings open. Leo turns to the door and his heart nearly stops.

The most heart-stopping, butterflies in the stomach inducing girl had walked in. Even when looking stunned she was stunning. Somehow she kept her cool and steady, shoulders back and curious of him and his brothers. It seemed as if quickly you both took a kin to eachother, you were absolutely fascinated with the art of meditation and his katanas. Sharing so many similar beliefs and ideas of what you wanted for your future lives.

That ended up allowing you both to get together. His father happy for him and brothers estatic. You made him feel loved and cared about more then ever and that's why he's planned today. A velvet box sat in his pants pocket, something he saved up for at the beginning of your relationship. He felt that you deserved the world but for now he settled on just a simple silver ring with the phrase 'Together and always' engraved on the inside. He wanted to get you sapphires and lapis lazulis just like the other hot shot men out there but Leo wasn't exactly working a paying job. For years he would sit at his little desk twirling it between his fingers and polishing it, for years he thought of you as his wife doing the same thing.

Leonardo wanted to give you a good dinner with the stars above you on the rooftops. Mikey would help him cook grilled chicken and lemon. Raphael was setting up the table and Donnie was stringing lights around the place. April was keeping you busy for the day and Leo would sit with his father trying to take in the wisdom of a widowed husband who would help him prepare for his speech. It were moments like these where the help and efforts of his family really shown how much they loved him and how happy they were for him. But before he could whisk you away from April and surprise you things took a turn for the worse...

Your sniffles and coughs echoed through the lair and made his heart ache. Your face was tear stained and you shook like a leaf underhis touch. Donatello had reassured him that it was the common flu and that leo just needed to worry about taking care of you and putting his plans on hold. But that didn't stop him from giving you love and attention. Nice warm teas and plenty of blankets. Leo would be on his knees at the edge of your shared bed waiting for you and whatever ypu needed. You could convince him fighting a bear would make you feel better if you wanted, he would do it and win. On multiple occasions you tried to sit up and get things but it was always the same.

"Love, you need to stay in bed. I can't risk you hurting yourself." You groaned, barely able to put up a fight against his strong hands against your shoulders.

"But I have things I need to get done, places to go."

"Well let me do them, your self rightchousness will be the end of you." Finally you decided that maybe a nap would sound good and while dosing off you tried to los off the chores you were going t get done. Laundry, bathrooms, and finally organizing that god foresaken pantry.

Laundry and bathrooms were easy, albeit he had to go in there after Raphael used it. The major problem was straightening the pantry. Even before you came into his life Leo had avoided that task, a too great a feat for him. Yet you were determined to get it done and he felt silly for trying to put it off in the first place.

Cartons of food and cans laid all over the kitchen as he tried to empty the damn thing. Michelangelo watched him in wonder, never thinking he'd see the day it was bare of things.

"Yo, what're you doin? Thought you sworn off doin this." Mikey was impressed with the determined look in Leo's eyes. How he looked like a man on a mission.

"Y/n wanted to get this done herself but since shes sick I decided to be a good hubby and do it for her."

"Correction, good boyfriend." Leo gave his little brother a sharp look and heaved a heavy sigh of sadness. The sight of all this junk laying in the kitchen made him feel even more defeated. Mikey patted his shoulder in an attempt of comfort.

"Maybe proposing to her will make er feel better?" Leo scoffed at the idea and went to looking through expiration dates.

"This is supposed to be perfect, not while she's got nasty sickness." Leo's back was turned to Mikey, who had rolled his eyes. Of course Fearless would  think that.

"Listen Lee, as a master of the women I'm gonna share a secret with you." His big brother turned to him now, arms folded and an eyebrow ridge lifted in scepticy. Mikey leaned in as if to whisper a dirty secret or confess his sins.

"They don't care-" "That's ridiculous, of course they do!" Mike shook his head, giggling at his brother's incompetence of the matter.

"What they care about is that you asked in the first place. They don't want fancy dinners and have you serenade them! They just want you... at least if she really does love you that is. Y/n does love you right?" Leo sputtered and he felt almost offended at the question.

"Yes!" Mikey was now giving him a toothy smile and nodded.

"That's exactly what she's gonna say when you ask." With that, his little brother left him standing in the kitchen to think by himself. Think and sort the godforesaken pantry.

---

It was later in the night, exactly 12 a.m., when you woke up. Your body was still sore and you felt light headed but overall better then since this afternoon. The soft light of the lamp drew your attention to the oak desk. Leo sat with his back to you, fiddling with something in his hands. What you saw of his face seemed in deep thought and when you sat up he tucked away whatever was in his hands and turned to you.

"Do you feel better?" You weakly nodded and opened your arms as an invitation. Leo came and snuggled into your neck, arms wrapped around you. Before you could drag him to lay with you though he pulled away. Leo was never usually nervous save for your more physical of firsts so his behaviour worried you.

"What's wrong?" Your voice, barely a whisper.

"I want to talk to you about something that i've been thinking about for a long time... years in fact." Now you were more curious then worried. What could possibly be bugging him that badly? His hands grasped both your own as he opted to sit in front of you. Leo was nearly as shaky as you but he cleared his throat and continued.

"I... i recently have been thinking about it more and more though. It's to the point where i think of it everyday." You squeeze his hands in comfort and he starts to tear up. "I think of you and me, for the rest of our lives, everyday. I think about seeing you and me grown old and have kids and anniversaries and moments." Leo's rambling now, too scared. For a moment he closes his eyes and sees these images flash through his brain yet another time, like so many before. He opens them, strikingly blue and now overflown with tears.

"I think about marrying you..." he whispers the last part, knowing his voice would have cracked and the dam would break. Leo reaches into his pants pocket pulling out the velvet box and opens it before you.

"Do you think about it too?" You both know what he means by that question and there was no hesitency. You nodded, almost frantic, and sob when he hugs you like never before. He hugs you like a husband, strong and full of love all the while you cry into his shoulder and grab onto him as long as possible. 

[you-did-well-moon]

Seventeen reaction to S/O learning how to play the harp and Guzheng/Zither

Type: Pure fluff uwu

im sorryyy i accidentally deleted the ask so ima have to type it out

@that-lost-carat-unicorn asked Hii :3 How are you?? Is it okay if I make a request for Seventeen where they S/O is learning how to play harp and Guzheng/Zither???

A/N: After 6 months its here. I know it really did take a long time and im very sorry about that. It wasn’t until recently I got time to actually write it. Anyways, the only time I won't accept requests is if it says so in my bio!! This was actually a pretty cool request for me since I got to discover, see, and hear two new very interesting and beautiful instruments. please don't be afraid to talk to me or to request!!~Moon

S.Coups

The leader had managed to escape and get a ride to your company building. He hadn’t seen you in a long time due to your most recent world tour. He made sure his face was covered as he got out of the vehicle thanking the driver. He went to your group’s practice room only to search all the member’s faces and not find you. One of the girls saw his confused and worried face through the mirror as she smiled turning around. He was informed that you were down the hall practicing for a special performance you were asked to give at MAMA this year.

Curiosity tugged him down the hall to the practice room you were currently in only to grow when he heard different music than what he was used to hearing. He could tell it was an instrument, and he cautiously opened the door peaking his head in. He saw you sitting in a chair with the harp in front of you, and an older woman placing your hands on certain parts of the instrument. You looked up at the mirror spotting him. Smiling you excused yourself standing up and walking towards him. 

Sungcheol reached his hand out and as you took it he bought you into his embrace. When he grabbed your hand, he felt a weird sensation. Bringing your hand closer to his face he saw calluses and marks lining your finger tips. “Do they hurt?” he asked. You shook your head saying it only stung for a bit. Kissing your fingertips he told you to be careful. He opted to sit down to the side  and watch as your hands grew sure in their movements. He had a proud smile on his face, and he basked in the moment. His girl was talented, and no one could deny that. 

Jeonghan

Surprisingly, Jeonghan had gotten home ready to fall asleep with you in his arms after so long. Only to open the door, and not find you at your usual spot on the coach reading a book or cuddling with your cat, Han. He figured you were probably in another part of the house. He looked in the kitchen, the bedroom, and the restroom not finding you anywhere. Quickly getting tired of the where’s Waldo game, he picked up his phone calling your number. The phone rang, and you didn’t pick up. He felt an inkling of worry prick at his chest, but he chose to wait a bit getting into the shower in the meantime. 

As he was drying his hair, he heard the front door open and close. Opening the door he left the towel in the bathroom, and he walked into the living room space. There you were hair out of place, the tip of your nose pink from the wind.  A bright smile on your face as you placed a big case on the floor and your coat along with your scarf on the coat hanger near the door. As you saw Jeonghan your eyes seemed to light up, and you scurried up to him grabbing a hold of his hands and jumping in excitement.

"Hannie, you won't believe it but I'm learning how to play this really cool instrument called a Guzheng and-" Jeonghan instead bought his hand to the back of your head bringing your face into his neck. At that moment he really didn't care about anything but the fact that you were safe. "Let's go to bed" he said leading you into the bedroom. Your disappointment was clear on your face, but Jeonghan wasn't looking at you. You thought he'd be more exited. You pouted the whole time as you got ready for bed. By the time you got into the warm covers Jeonghan was on his side falling asleep. He seemed to feel you seeing as he turned around throwing an arm across your tummy. He called your name, and you hummed in reply. His hand reached for yours holding them in a loose grasp. "I don't care what you do as long as you're happy. As long as you smile at the end of the day you can do anything." You fell asleep with a content smile on your face.

Joshua

Everyone said it was better to learn how to play an instrument at an early age, but your parents never really thought to put you in any kind of lessons, and you were too busy being care free to really put any thought into things like that. Now that you were older, you regretted it. Being young, living alone, and a aspiring author didn’t really take much out of your schedule. In fact, your schedule had been empty for days except for writing and the occasional going out to the market or for a walk. In the end, you had seen an add for harp lessons and now having both the money and the will for it, you decided to go and check it out.

The classes were given inside a prestigious school for the creative arts, so there were also people who had played the harp their whole lives. At first, everyone was welcoming and kind. Until Jian and her two friends arrived with their instruments in studded cases and backpacks decorated with medals and badges they had won from various contests. They had begun to berate and make fun of the beginners (including you), and since the others didn’t seem too keen on standing up for them, it left you to put your foot down and take the worse of the cruel words. It was worth it when your peers came to thank you after class.

No one had ever stood up to Jian, until him. He had come one day to class meeting up with his friend, one of the best harp players in the school. You hadn’t noticed him because you had been talking back to Jian after she had told the class we couldn’t play the instruments to save our lives. “Jian, how many times have I told you that if you were a better person I would actually consider even befriending you.” Both you and Jian had looked at the person with shocked faces. After sputtering out a thank you, you would come to learn his name was Hong Jisoo, and you would continue to build on your relationship. He was a man with a kind personality and a soft heart. You had been walking around a park cheeks flushed from the cold when a hand first brushed against yours only to eventually encase yours. Your head snapped in his direction not being able to find his eyes since his head was bent towards the ground. “You know, I think it’s really brave of you to try something new. Braver than I could ever be. I think, give it a few more days, and you’ll be better than half those students in the school.” You had laughed throwing your head back hooking your arm through his, and putting your head on his shoulder. “You’re too much sometimes Joshua Hong.”

Jun

At a young age you had loved playing the Zither ravishing in the way it’s sound rang around the room at the pluck of the strings. The beautiful instrument began to collect dust as your life went on, and your life got busy with school. You soon forgot the feeling of the strings against your fingers, and by college any memory of the instrument was pushed away by the heavy notion of the real world and it’s struggles. 

Jun was helping you pack, you getting ready to move out of your childhood home and into your new apartment. This was a big milestone for you, and you and Jun spent the day laughing and joking around. Although jokingly told not to touch anything, he couldn’t stop himself from opening the photo album of you as a todler. As he looked at the pictures he saved certain ones getting ready to tease you for them only to stop when he came across a picture of you holding a familar instrument. He heard a a sigh behind him turning around to find you with a longing look on your face. You shook your head pulling him up so he could help you pack up the last of your belongings.

No matter what he did, the picture and the big smile on your chubby cheeks woudn’t leave Jun’s head. He felt the oppurtunity of something more when he thought about the lovely instrument, besides, your birthday was coming up. When he gave you the present, and you instantly recognized the shape of the box he couldn’t stop the skip of his heart and his sheepish smile as you glanced at him with a fondness shimmering in your eyes. As you tested the strings and the familar sound echoed in your ears he placed his hand on your knee lovingly saying what he thought was right at the moment,“I fully believe you can do amazing things with this, and I won’t stop supporting you.”

Hoshi

You were a single independent woman. With a job as a journalist speaking out against the injustices of humanity. A independent woman who currently had to take care of her sister because her parents had conveniently chosen to go on a cruise, and dumped their youngest on the unsuspecting oldest. You were a women who had bills that weren’t going to pay for themselves, but those could wait. You had a sister to spend some quality time with. Your schedule was more packed than it ever had been, but you couldn’t really say you hated it. It made the days go by faster and tired you out easily. Plus, you felt like you hadn’t seen your sister smile so brightly in so long. 

Now you even had a little hobby to show off when people asked you questions about yourself. After a few classes you came to realize that you were the only relatively young person in the class. Great. It wasn't until one day when the class was interrupted by a short guy who you hadn’t seen before come in with Gayu (a boy who came regularly with his father) close behind him. Because of his loud conversation with the class instructor you found out he was simply bringing Gayu to class in place of his uncle. Gayu and your little sister, Lyn had gotten quite close, so the younger boy had come to sit in the seat to your right next to Lyn. That left the only open seat to your left. You silently cursed not planning on meeting anyone, especially this cute, today.

He turned around eyes searching for Gayu only to find him sitting next to a pretty girl, hands tracing her instrument in wonder and curiosity. You saw the boy come in your direction a flustered smile adorning his lips. While at first, he was a bit shy he quickly got more comfortable as the class passed revealing his loud endearing self. You couldn’t say you weren't falling for him, but then the next class came and Gayu’s father came. No sign of the handsome young man was seen. It was like he never existed. It wasn't until the end of the class that Gayu’s father confronted you asking for your number. You were shocked. He had a wife. Seeing your wide eyes the male quickly back tracked telling you it was for Soonyoung. You agreed and it didn’t take much for you two to get close. The time went by fast, and your parents came back. Not having Lyn meant you didn’t have to go to the classes anymore, but you really liked playing the Zither. When you told Soonyoung this he responded with, “ The instrument has become a part of you holding a special place in your heart. At the end of the day if it puts that lovely smile of yours on your face, I would say it’s worth it”

Wonwoo

You were a child raised in a home of warmth and kindness. Your parents were both musicians playing the harp for events and a famous orchestra. You had your differences, but in the end they were your parents, and you adored them. You were wrecked when they were killed in a car accident when coming from a show. You didn't eat much or sleep because of the constant nightmares. Soon you would avoid anything that reminded you of them including their beloved instrument. You didn’t listen to music much always avoiding it. The only time you allowed yourself to go on memory lane was when you would visit the book store they had always bought you to as a kid. You could say you were surprised when you fell in love with a musician you had met there. 

Of course you had tried to avoid any romantic feelings,  but Wonwoo was persistent and eventually won over your heart. Although he always wondered why you refused him so harshly, he didn’t press. Spending time with Wonwoo and being his partner exposed you more to music than in the last few years of your life, and in a weird way it allowed you to heal. As the anniversary of your parent’s death rolled up you took a leap, and you decided you were ready to let go of all the pain you had kept after your parents departure. 

Feeling the harp’s strings against the pads of your fingers bought a sense of comfort, and every time the harp’s gentle sound rang around the room you could hear your parent’s voices telling you everything was going to be okay. When Wonwoo questioned you, you simply told him you had grown a bit bored and needed something to spice things up. It wasn’t until one day you told him to get in the car, and you drove to the cemetery. Walking up the hill you stared at the gravestones introducing Wonwoo to your parents. As you told him everything Womwoo smiled at you eyes shimmering with what you could only describe as pure adoration. Bringing your joined hands into his coat pocket he said “It may sound cheesy, but you continue to amaze me every day, and I fall more in love as well. What ever you do, I will always be by your side.”

Woozi

Being a main producer of the group Woozi was a but busier than the other members. That also meant that he wasn’t able to spend much time with you, but you were fine with it knowing it’s what he truly loved. Of course, you guys texted but even that was limited. You guys hadn’t had a chance to really talk in such a long time, so Jihyoon had no idea you had picked up on playing the Zither, a musical instrument of Chinese origin. 

He didn’t find out until one day when he came back to the apartment and tripped over the instrument’s case which you had left near the door in your haste to dive into the covers of your comfy bed. He was confused at first not knowing what it was until he opened the case seeing the instrument. He felt guilt wrap around his heart, but he gently closed the case making his way into the room to get ready for bed. Even when you guys did manage to meet up for dinner you didn’t tell him seeing his tired eyes. You were blissfully ignorant to the fact he indeed did know about your newfound passion.

You didn’t find out until the day you were on your way to the Pledis building ready to pick Jihyoon up for a day spent together since he had a free day. The radio host came on in a fake exited voice announcing Seventeen’s new song. You felt a light smile tug at your lips as you listened to the song, but you heard a familar sound in the instrumental of the song. Having spent so much time being the one behind the strings, you could recognize the Zither’s unique sound anywhere. When you questioned him about it he just shook his head fondly saying “Anything that makes you happy makes me happy. You should have let me know sooner.”

Dk

Seokmin made it a point to give you at least two phone calls everyday. One in the mornings, and one at night. You had just finished college deciding to take a brake until you submitted all the resumes you had prepared for life after college. Having nothing to do and always wanting to play a instrument you signed up for classes forgetting to tell your dear boyfriend in the midst of all the chaos. Coming to classes you expected an old man with a grumpy attitude. You didn’t at all expect a young man around your age with a bright smile on his face. His name was Zuhi, and you quickly became almost like siblings.

Seventeen had just finished promotions for their newest comeback, so Seokmin had some free time. He drove to your apartment ready to suprise you, and take you on a date only to find you gone. He called your phone only for his heart to launch into his throat the moment he heard a unknown man’s voice. You had been struggling with a particular chord all week, and being so close you told Zuhi to anwer your phone when it rang not thinking it would be your boyfreind on the other side. Seokmin asked the man if you were there and where you were with Zuhi responding that yes, you were in fact there on the verge of breaking his prized instrument, and the adress of the practice lessons.

Seokmin’s head was clustered with voices of insecurity circling all the way to the building. Seokmin knew you loved him, but that didn’tt stop the doubt inching it’s way into his heart. He had been texted the floor and room number, so he made his way anxiously tapping his foot as he waited in the elevator. He didn’t know what to expect when he opened the door but it was certainly not you grumbling to yourself as you closed a case and an unknown man snickering on the other side of the room as he sweeped the floor. As soon as you saw him your face was overtaken by a huge smile as you ran into his arms. He also couldn’t stop the beam stretching onto his face, any doubt dissapearing. He waited for you to pack up giving the man a nod as you walked out hand in hand. You exitedly told him everything about the lessons, and he listened with tentitive ears only replying with things like “Keep going to the lessons. Find something that makes you happy. Don’t worry babe you’ll get it in no time.” 

Mingyu

You were a university student being a vital part of the orchestra group there since you were one of the best violin musicians there. You loved your instrument and had actually never grown curious about the other instruments. You didn’t really care for them, and learning how to play them seemed like too much of a hassle. You already had something you were good at, so why stray away from it. Maybe the harp had caught your eye a few times, but Dani was the leading musician for that, and she was very good at it. She had given you a few lessons, but you always went back to your beloved violin.

Then, Dani being as clumsy as she was, had to trip when going down the stairs of the orchestra hall effectively spraining her wrist and rendering it useless. Dani had been the only harp player in the orchestra, and with an important event coming up and you being the only one with even a little experience, the orchestra instructor had no choice but to make you learn how to play the harp. You knew it wasn’t anybody's fault, but you couldn’t help and get cranky and snappy with the added stress of college life. Luckily, you had your boy friend to help you through it. Coming home to warm dinner and a clean house definitely calmed your sour mood.

You couldn't say you hated the harp. In fact, you quite liked the way it's strings felt against your fingers, but the timing could have been better. One day when Mingyu had called you, and your voice seemed off he decided to pay a visit. Getting there he couldn't help but shake his head fondly at you. The corners of your mouth were turned down, but there was a softness in your eyes that increased when ever the harp seemed to create the sound you wanted it to. Leaving the bag of take out on the desk near the door he grabbed a stool placing it next to yours. His thigh touched yours and as you finished he reached out tilting your head laying it on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you for coming this far. It will all pay off in the end, I promise. Whatever instrument your hands choose to play just know you will always have this hand to hold.”

The8

You didn't know what to do. Being a trainee at pledis seemed easy, and you were never one to get distracted from your ultimate goal of debuting. But Minghao came with his rare smile and passionate eyes making your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him. You had been friends for a long time, and you figured you’d rather take rejection than spend your whole life hoping for something that would never happen if you didn’t grow a pair. You really liked Minghao, so go big or go home right? Yeah you were trying to learn how to play an instrument from his home country.

MInghao was confused. His best friend who usually had some spare time, now had a packed schedule. He was not talking about Jun. He was talking about you. His dearest friend with shimmering eyes and a smile that made his heart do weird things. His best friend. Anytime he tried asking you about what was keeping you so busy, you always came up with the weirdest excuses. Something about helping your grandmother or feeding your dog. Your grandmother lived on the opposite side of the country, and the only pet you had was a hamster. It wasn't until you forgot your phone on the rare occasion you did find time for him, that he got to see how you were really spending your time.

He could hear the unique sound of the familiar instrument before even opening the door to the practice room a staff member had informed him he would find you in. He was impressed when he saw it was you behind the calming sound, but was much more focused on the red hue creeping into your cheeks when your eyes landed on him. As you explained to him why were you learning how to play the delicate instrument, he couldn't help but to duck his head to hide his own reddening cheeks shaking his head as he reached out for your hand smiling brightly. “I would have liked you no matter what you did. As long as you like it, you should really think about continuing it. I’ll support you no matter what.”

Seungkwan

You and Seungkwan didn’t really have a problem with your relationship going public, and if you got any hate it would probably disperse as time went on. Carats were a loving and kind fandom, so Seungkwan trusted they would accept you when the time came to let them know. For now, your relationship would only be known by close friends and management. You were a student for a small creative arts college, and you were currently learning how to play a unique instrument called the Guzheng. Seungkwan always made you play for him, even when you were barely starting. At the end he would always praise you teasingly squishing your cheeks and cooing at you about how much of a fast learner you were.

Sometimes he would even sing a song that went along with what you were playing (usually a ballad). He was the voice, and you were the instrument. That being said, he was not the instrument. Can you imagine his surprise when they were presented with his girlfriend’s instrument on a variety show, and whichever team got the Guzheng to sound closest to the song would get food. As they went on to their 7th try with no one even coming close, Seungkwan found himself wishing you were with him. He wanted to make a joke about the irony of the situation, but he couldn’t because your relationship wasn’t public yet.

Everyone was getting frustrated, and although Seungkwan was used to his member’s teasing, combined with the frustration of not being able to play your instrument and missing you, he snapped. Right after Hoshi threw a light hearted jab at him, Seungkwan started yelling about how if you were here they would have already lost a long time ago, and he at least had a girlfriend that he could go home to. Everyone was shocked at the sudden reveal of his relationship, and news about it spread fast. You weren't upset instead just cooing at your boyfriend about how cute he was when he was angry. He only replied with “It’s not my fault I have such an amazing and talented girlfriend.”

Vernon

You were a person of the creative arts, just not the musical arts. You liked drawing and painting more, but your parents wanted you to be like your sister, so they enrolled you in classes for harp. From the start, you felt a lot of bitterness towards your parents making you hate the harp and anything to do with it. You were stubborn, and although you complied with the classes, you always had a frown tugging at your lips. Even after seeing you upset your parents forced you to take the classes. You surprisingly continued playing the harp all the way up to college while secretly taking art classes on the side. You actually also played at a little café a few blocks from your university.

That café is where you met Hansol, your present boyfriend, who you told about your situation right off the bat. He always suggested just telling your parents you weren't interested in the instrument, but you always rejected the idea. To be honest, you had grown quite fond of the harp over the years. Even if forced to lean it’s various strings and sounds, it had grown on you. You were at a crossroads, not wanting to pick between the harp and the brush, and you didn’t have to worry about the choice for a long time.

You didn’t have to worry about the choice until a friend of your sister’s who attended your college and had an art class with you told your sister who in turn told your parents. Your parents then called you demanding for you to choose one then angrily hanging up. You went to Hansol in tears in a panic over not knowing what to do. He simply wrapped his arms around you rocking you from side to side before leaning back and wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. He smiled at you and said “Why don’t you just choose both? I know you y/n, and I know you can easily take both because of how deep your love for both runs.”

Dino

Throughout Chan’s life, he had many crushes, but he was sure they had never been as strong as the one he had on you. Your father was one of the managers, and you often came to visit him since you hadn't seen your dad in a long time because of your stay in America. Visiting your dad meant you also often spent time with the group, and it didn’t really take much for Chan to fall for you. He found you interesting, and you had a personality that always attracted him. You were also one of the only ones who treated him as an adult instead of the innocent maknae who used to have duck hair.

He was especially fascinated when he found out you were learning how to play a Chinese instrument called the Zither. Since your father wanted you close, you could often be found practicing with your instrument in one of the Pledis practice rooms. Coincidentally the room you used was close to the room Seventeen used. This allowed Chan to always peak when he was passing by. He always thought you looked beautiful when you played the instrument. Well, Chan always thought you were beautiful, but that’s not the point.

What he didn’t know, was that you knew he would peak when ever you were practicing thanks to the mirror opposite the room’s door. You also knew about his crush on you, and you returned his feelings. It wasn’t until one day when he was watching you play with heart eyes that you turned around towards the door and told him to come in. Chan was shocked when you “caught” him, and he continued to be shocked when you said you knew about his crush and he should hurry up and confess. He managed to come out of his surprised state when he sputtered out a “I like you”. He continued after that with “You’re just amazing and interesting, and- even though I'm not your boy friend I'm really proud of how far you’ve come. You never gave up..” The both of you stayed in the room talking, and you came out hands joined with bright smiles on your faces.

[splintersfeelings]

A Story about my Father - first draft, 3/11/2020

I smiled a smile of relief, a relief born of a year of work and growth.

“I made it. I graduated. I’m going to be teacher.”

I want to remember the path I took here. Remember, remember, remembering…backwards, because the cause is always before, buried in the clues that had no meaning except in hindsight.

 Like all stories, we start at the beginning. Away from this bright summer sun.

 A little boy was born in a hospital into a loving family, followed by his two younger brothers. He was an energetic, playful kid, a bit of a prankster. The nuns never liked him in school, and he was always getting in trouble for his practical jokes. He learned his sense of humor from his own father. The nuns called him Felix, because in this place, it wasn’t enough for the colonizers to take money and lives – they also had to take people’s names.

 I sat in bed, reading webcomics off my phone, basking in the artificial glow. A long day teaching, a short night to rest. How did I get here? What was I doing? Thinking back to all those mistakes, all those missed opportunities. Things that could have gone better, things that could have gone worse. Getting ready for another long day, I leaned over and shut out the light.

 As I dreamed, I wondered if this was the right path for me. Sneezing, I popped a pill to manage my spring allergies. Ready to leave. Ready for another day.

 A student cries during math. They’re afraid and unsure. They think they can’t do it.

 But they can. The work is hard, I tell them, because we have high expectations in this room. We work on adding and subtracting decimals.

 At the end, the student smiles.

 He was happy growing up. Or was he? It was hard to remember. When his father died, it tore his family apart. The three brothers slowly grew apart over the years, pushed by a grieving mother. She wanted him to be the head of the family. But it was a weight that no one, especially not one so young, should have to bear.

 The first day of student teaching.

 He didn’t want to let it consume him.

 The snow fell outside. I sat at home sick, waiting down the hours until it was time for my next dose of antibiotics. But all I really wanted was to be back out there, in that classroom, starting winter quarter, growing and learning and teaching. Giving back some of those opportunities that someone else gave to me.

  He didn’t feel safe at home, where he knew there was abuse waiting for him. But there was no safety at school either. Not from bitter and jealous classmates. Not from the unsympathetic nuns. On a bad day, maybe the cold, hard slap of a ruler’s edge along his bruised knuckles.

 What is a good teacher? The leaves were red, dropping from the trees onto the damp, Seattle pavement. I want to become a teacher that empowers students. I want students to learn to learn, to teach themselves. That’s a bit of an irony. A teacher’s goal is to make themselves obsolete. To put themselves out of a job. Build a world where everyone has access to learning, where everyone can learn from themselves and each other.

 Fortunately (or unfortunately), making yourself obsolete as a teacher is a tough job. So – we work, we scaffold, we learn to speak oceans in 2 short sentences, we ask questions that are simple. So simple. And yet, they must carry the weight of the world.

 He kept getting told that he was stupid. That he was lazy. Why didn’t he study? Why couldn’t he memorize? He was almost ready to believe them. Maybe he was stupid. But he didn’t believe them. Not even after they made him repeat a grade.

 It wouldn’t be the last time.

 STR? What is STR? I flipped through the website application. It would be good to move back to Seattle. My leave of absence had made me bitter. I was feeling sick of feeling stuck in grad school, of finding no passion in the research that had once excited me as an undergrad. What was the point of studying race, of studying injustice, of studying power, only to write papers that only 10 people would read?

 I attached my resume and hit submit.

  It wasn’t as if he wasn’t trying. But he just couldn’t sit down and read. When he looked at the words, they began to swim and blur together, and he’d simply doze off.

 But his creative energy wasn’t put to waste. He developed progressively innovative strategies to cheat on his exams, writing scraps of paper and tucking them into shirt sleeves, books.

 He only got caught some of the time.

 When I got accepted to UW Early Entrance, I cried. It was a big oppurtunity, a chance to escape from the terror of high school. A chance to prove myself. I knew I had to go, because if I didn’t try, I would regret for the rest of my life. I was hungry to learn, to read, to solve, to grow. I just needed to place and the people to help me do it.

 It was a big adjustment, moving to Canada. A strange place, with even stranger people. Hong Kong’s humid, tropical climate was a whole different world than the icy snow in Edmonton. He met the woman who would become his wife there, two diasporic roots. Interestingly, they would probably never have met back home – they lived in different worlds, one in Kowloon and one on the Island.

 Many nights, he went to sleep hungry.

 He repeated two more grades.

 It was hard to practice English. But he’d already gotten used to being called stupid, and lazy. He didn’t need anyone else to tell him he mattered, because he knew it already in his heart.

 But it would have been nice to hear it from someone else. Just once.

 The thing I remember most about getting kicked out of school was the shame of telling my dad. I was worried about what he’d think about me. If he’d think less of me for finally failing to live up to his high expectations. But he surprised me by giving me a hug. He told me that he was proud of me, and that if I did what I thought was right I should have no regrets. This was the turning point when our relationship started to improve, and I learned to see him as a human being. Someone with their own, silent story. Someone with their own ghosts, their own demons, their own long forgotten battlegrounds.

 His TOEFL scores were too low to get into University of Alberta, where his then-girlfriend was attending school. He ended up at the University of North Dakota. He had always loved tinkering, putting machines apart and putting them back together. He ended up studying computer science.

 When I was in 3rd grade, I stopped writing. I didn’t do my homework beyond short, terse, one-word responses. My mom was distraught because she knew I was able to say so much more verbally than I could show in writing. She spoke to my teacher, who had noticed a similar pattern. What was holding me back from writing, when I was reading more than a year above grade level?

 I didn’t know how to express it at the time, but writing was physically painful for me because of how hard I had learned to grip a pencil.

 I relearned how to write cursive. My teacher let me type up homework assignments instead of handwriting them.

 I had people who believed in me.

 He graduated from UND in 3 fast years, cramming in coursework to make up for lost time. His student visa expiring soon. He advanced 400 dollars on credit, took a train to Seattle, and declared he would work for Bill Gates.

 A week later he got hired at Microsoft, just before his student visa was expiring. He would stay there for decades.

 In 1st grade, I was behind in reading. I loved my phonics group with all the other Asian kids, working on sounds and letters while the other students read easy texts. When I was graduated into the grade level reading group, I was upset at not being with my friends. But I grew quickly.

 Even though I didn’t enjoy reading, I loved being read to. I had adults at home who read to me all the time. And I spent all that time listening, thinking, learning.

 When he got married and his wife moved to Seattle with him, they knew they knew they eventually wanted to have a family. He wanted to raise a child who was loved, who was believed in, who was surrounded by adults who would help him reach his full potential.

 The bright light shined in my eyes. First breath. Faces. He looked at this child. Who was this beautiful boy? Who would he become? There was so much going on. So much change. Would the boy become like him? Would he struggle the same struggle? Would he repeat as many grades? It’s scary, to have so little control over your body, to be exposed to so much beyond comprehension. A blur, a smell, a sound. Small, pudgy hands waving. You don’t need to cry. You don’t need to worry. You’ll learn so much here. I was passed to warm, waiting arms. Your path might be hard. But I’ll make sure it will be just a little bit easier than mine was. Because I’ll always have at least one person who always believes.

[invaderzia1]

You have some angsty or sad squad headcanons? 😏

Hell yeah, I did angsts Headcannons for both canon and modern/regular AU and a sad heacanon for each couple

Jiwin:

Angsts: (Canon AU) After Erwin lost his arm, Ji made him promise to stay safe and no matter what come back to her. He told her it’s his duty as commander to do what ever it takes for humanity’s sake and that he if it cost him his life in the end he’d still go through with it. She got really protective over him and tried to be near him for as long as she could. She knew there was a possibility of him not coming back when the scouts returned to Shingashina, but hearing the news of his death destroyed her. She swore she’d never forgive him for leaving her, but still loved him.

(Modern/Regular) After the first couple of months they were together, Erwin got a call from a woman he had been with previously, saying she was pregnant and it was his. He told Ji immediately and while they weren’t together when he hooked up with her, it still hurt Ji a lot. He wanted to keep the baby in his life, so the poor thing wouldn’t grow up without a loving father. Ji and Erwin almost broke up, due to Ji seeing this woman as shady after waiting 8 months to tell him about this child. Luckily, Ji was able to get Levi and Hanji to help convince him to get a DNA test and they found out the baby wasn’t his, but he still gave the woman a small sum of money to help her support the baby when she had it. Ji doesn’t hold a ill will against the woman, who truly thought it was his and wasn’t scared to take the dna test at all, but wishes the woman hadn’t waited so long to tell him.

Sad: sometimes Erwin can put his work before Ji, which results in fighting and a lot of tears. He tries not to do it much now that they’ve been together for a while, but he’s very committed to improving his work. He nearly missed her birthday party once because he wanted to stay at work and finish a project, but Levi kicked him out of the office and told him he’d do the rest.

Coltzi:

Angst: (Canon AU) After Gabi and Falco were taken to Paradis, and Zeke betrayed Marley, Colt became very distant and cold. He blamed himself for both kids going missing and wished he was faster/stronger/more reliable/etc. He’s broken inside, having lost his chance to prove himself worthy to inherit the Beast Titan and not being able to protect those he cares about. Even Franzi is unable to break through to him, which strains their relationship heavily. They stay together, but there’s a noticeable shift in their relationship that results in an increase in fights and other things.

(Modern/Regular) Colt was babysitting Falco and Gabi one day when he went inside for a drink and a bathroom break, when he went back into his back yard they were gone. He tried to call for them and look in the surrounding woods, but he couldn’t find them. He blamed himself so hard and told Franzi they should break up, as she deserves someone who isn’t as incompetent as him. It was a really horrible time for him. They were only gone till midnight, when the two came out from the woods, shocking the cops and family, who had been searching for hours. Gabi had dragged Falco into the woods for an “adventure” and they got lost after a while. Nobody blamed Colt for what had happened, more or less grateful the two came back and they were promptly reprimanded for running off like that. Colt still freaks out about it happening again to either Falco or his own kids.

Sad: Colt is usually able to handle himself well, but sometimes he feels like he’s not enough for Franzi. He’s quiet during this time and usually tries to be close to her, afraid that she will leave if he’s not near him. Franzi picks up on this pretty easy and tells him how much she loves him more.

Marvie:

Angst: (Canon AU) After the attack in Trost, Stevie searched the town for Marco, after hearing he was reported missing. She questioned nearly all of her friends multiple times, more desperate each time. It wasn’t until she saw Jean caring his corpse in his arms to pile them with the others she finally broke. She nearly snatched him from Jean’s arms, but didn’t trust her strenght to support his form. She cried on his body, not caring if Jean was there or not, begging this to be some sort of fucked up dream. Before Jean places his body with the others, he took Marco’s jacket off and gave it to her, along with other possession he had, which included a ring and a letter Stevie wrote him when they first started dating.

(Modern/Regualr) Marco nearly gets in an accident driving to work one day, some asshole swerves in front of him and nearly runs him into a heavily wooded area. When Stevie gets a call from the hospital she nearly breaks and rushes over, seeing his left side bandaged and his left arm in a sling. She’s unable to shake the feeling of that happening and what would’ve happened if it was worse. Marco tries to tell her he’s okay and that the scarring isn’t so bad, the scars on his face are barely noticeable and the ones on his arm and shoulder are hidden by much of his clothes. Anytime Stevie sees the scars though, it just reminds her.

Sad: Stevie has off days so often, where she tends to say things she doesn’t mean to Marco, about how they should break up and all that. Marco knows not too take it personal, just to hold her close and whisper how much he loves her. But the first couple of times this happened, he generally worried they were actually breaking up and cried, begging her not to. Marco, doesn’t have bad days often, but when he does he’s very quiet and distant. He kind of stares off randomly and doesn’t pay attention to what’s happening around him. He just needs to be wrapped in a blanket and cuddled for a bit.

Erena:

Angst: (Canon AU) After the attack on Marley, Rena is unable to be around Eren. The obvious shift in personality and his actions are too much for her to deal with, especially with the rising tensions between him and the military. She tries to talk to him and speak some sense into him, but he’s too stuck in his way and shrugs her off. Even when they kiss or look into each other’s eyes, he has this far off look like he’s not in the moment. After the bomb goes off that kills Zackley and Erens mob, she feels everything inside her break, unable to move past this now and not knowing what will happen next time she sees him.

(Modern/Regular) Before they got together, but they were still friends, Eren once was messing around with Armin, jumping too fast at an oppurtunity to mess around on a four wheeler, when he took it down a nasty hill and it flipped. He was pretty young(still a teenager) when this happened, and not as strong as he is now, so it really fucked him up. He was pinned under it unconscious and Armin was unable to move it off. When the ambulance and fire crew came and took it off his blood was covering him and the ground. Nobody thought he’d make it, he was in a coma for a two and a half weeks. Rena visited him everyday, having small talk as if he was awake. When he came through, he was not fully there, and it took around a year for him to fully regain much of himself. While he’s okay, he still has the scars and some problems relating to the injury, but nothing massively serious.

Sad: Both Rena and Eren have strong tempers and don’t like to move on things, so their fights can escalate pretty heavily. Not to the point of getting physical, but Eren sometimes doesn’t think of what he’s saying as he says it. They quickly make up after tempers cool and they are alone for a bit, but there have been times it’s almost caused them to break up, though one of them usually calms down when it’s suggested and is able to bring the other down.

Mean:

Angst: (Canon AU) When Sasha dies, everything shifts. We were all there watching and it broke everyone, but Jean felt he could’ve done something more, something better. He blames himself for not being able to stop Gabi from shooting and is haunted by the thought. For the first time in a long time, he thinks of Marco and once we get back to base, he locks himself in his room for the rest of the day. When I finally see him, his room is a mess and his eyes are red and swollen, he pulls me close and tells me he will never let anything like that happen, he couldn’t forgive himself if he couldn’t protect me. He’s on edge more often and more protective after that, wanting me to stay off missions or anything else dangerous. Both of us have nightmares of the other one dying.

(Modern/Regular) He was hanging with the crew once, everyone hit the local big city while I stayed home due to being sick. The crew had been in a bar late at night when Jean left to have a quick smoke break (/Vape break). He was standing on the side of the bar, which was a pretty sketchy alley, when someone came out and pushed him further into the alley. They told him give him all his valuables before pulling out a knife. Jean tried to reason with the guy, talking him out of it, but the guy lunged at him with the knife. The guy got a good swip on Jeans cheek, leaving a scar down the side, before Armin smashed him over the head with a thick book he bought earlier in the day. Jean had to get some stitches and luckily the guy was arrested and nothing worse happened, but my fear of big cities and specifically stuff like that made me go into a panic. I still have nightmares of it ending worse for him and whenever we go to large cities I have bad anxiety. When I saw Armin, helped bring Jean home after the hosptial, I hugged him close, crying hard as I thanked him so much.

Sad: we both have days where we think the other can do so much better, usually this leads to either one of us being ignored or really depressed texts to the other. I tend to ignore him or tell him he should leave me and that I’m the worst person, leading to him either coming to see me or calling me and telling me how much he loves me. While, Jean tends to get jealous when he’s depressed and hyper focuses on certain friends I have, saying he’s sorry he can’t be them or that they’d treat me better, which makes me call him or if I’m close, pull him close and tell him how much I am devoted to him.

[holyytaehyung]

Rumours and Remorse (A)

- PART TWO

In which the boys might finally may learn the truth thanks to Yoongi, but will it be too late? Is forgiveness an option?

He could only hope his suspisions were right though, and if they were right - that he could fix what seemed to be broken, that you would forgive them, for being so wrong. He could only pray that he was going to be able to work this out, to find the truth and restore your relationship. It’s all he could hope for.

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Too say that Yoongi felt very bittersweet was an understatement. It had been a secretive yet stressful week for him, it had been only a few days since the impulsive ambush took place in their dorms, booming voices and slamming doors echoing in contrast against the deadly silent walls. The other boys were emotional, dragging their feet against the floors, eyes becomming duller and skin paler. Each boy seemingly accepted the recent information they were told there and then, but not Yoongi though. The whole situation didn’t sit right with him, like an itch he couldn’t scratch - he couldn’t relax nor think straight with an overwhelming amount of guilt sitting on his shoulders, weighing him down day by day. So he did what he thought were right - sought out the truth.

The first four days of this week were merely useless, their ex partners refusing to answer Yoongi’s relentless calls or texts - he wouldn’t let up though, no. He wasn’t going to give up, not on you. He knew that immediatley after this that something was wrong with their story if they weren’t going to respond, making the whole situation all the more worse. You wouldn’t answer your phone either, he had tried that too. You were letting your phone ring repetitively, almost as if it was mocking Yoongi with its silence, mirroring the silence he showed towards you the night you came over. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, he didn’t do anything to help anyone that night, he had been a coward. Granted, he had never been one to share his emotions, yet seeing you distressed, emotional and completely confused brought something out in him. For once, he couldn’t fathom why the other members had shunned you so blindly, maybe it was the spur or the moment, or maybe you truely just deserved better friends.

The next two days of this week, Yoongi was at his wits end. No longer caring about being polite, he needed answers. The other boys carried on training, muttering their conversations to one another whilst their appearances were quickly deminishing. Yoongi could only assume you were behaving the same, if not worse - Yet he hoped for the opposite, he was hoping you were doing okay, even though in the back of his mind he knew that, that was impossible. He decided against turning up at your apartment after contimplating the idea for hours, he wasn’t going to show up until he knew the truth, or atleast have a better understanding of it. So he decided that leaving late that evening as the boys ate their dinner, claming he was having a walk - he rather chose to pay his ex ‘partner’ a visit. Who, coincidently he hadn’t given a second thought too, his whole mind occupied on your well being, and the potiential idea of saving everyones friendships.

Arriving quicker at her house than he had expected, knocking ravishly against the wooden door waiting for his ex to open up, knowing they were in there because whether he cared to admit it or not - he had memorised their nightly routine. He was aware of the shuffling taking place inside, the careful act of closing doors as quietly as possible. Until (after what seemed like forever) the door creaked open - with a very guilty looking face peering up at him.

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‘Yoongi? Wha- What are you doing here?’

‘Cut the crap, you know why I’m here, answers. Tell me the truth, please. You owe me it - Just, please tell me what this whole situation is.’

A very uncomfortable silence followed, it only lasted for a few seconds as Yoongi relished in his stubborn words - shocking the woman infront of him - yet he didn’t care anymore. The want for the truth outweighed whatever he had previously felt for the person stood infront of his tired eyes. Eventually, after what seemed like a moral debate running through the girld head, a small nod and the fateful words were muttered, sounding like music to his ears.

‘Okay, Come in, I’ll explain what I can.’

He didn’t care to make him self comfortable in her home, he simply didn’t feel comfortable here anymore. The chocolate brown wall next to him seemed like an appropriate tool to lean against as he stared into the back of the womans head as she paced infront of him. The only thoughts in his head were prayers that she would just begin giving him the answers he so desperatly wanted.

‘So, I assume you want to know what happened Yoongi? It wasn’t my idea I promi-‘

‘I don’t care who’s idea it was anymore, I really don’t. You all, you destroyed a friendship. A family. MY family. I just want to know what’s happened. No bullshit this time.

‘Okay, okay... care to sit with me? Wine? No? Fine... it all started with Mark, he has a dark sense of humour I guess? We moved to this city briefly, we’re leavig again next month, just shy of a year. He suggested the idea, of ‘having fun’ as he worded it. That we made a game, to find a group of people, no one in particular, to play around with them, romantically and to just - mess things up for them, in any way. Just for a bit before we leave and whoever did the most damage, won.’

‘MESS THINGS UP? FOR A BIT? YOU DID MORE THAN THAT, you destroyed Y/n, DESTROYED HER - all for your own pleasure? YOU DESTROYED US! Are you sick? Is that it? Have you ANY idea of what you’ve caused?’

‘Yoongi please! We didn’t know, well I didn’t know it would turn out this way! I’m sorry okay? Please?’

Yoongi could see his ex-lover approaching him, making her advances, yet he made his way towards the door - he didn’t care for her, or her friends anymore. He just cared about you and his boys, and how wrong they all were.

‘Yoongi, please! You didn’t believe her either right? That’s why you’re here - you are, and were no better than us!’

He could have sworn he saw red, he was furious - only this time at himself. For she was right, he hadn’t listened to you, none of the boys had. They made a desicision to ignore your pleas and that desicision turned out being a very, very wrong one.

‘Listen, if you have any heart in you - please send me the screenshots of you all ‘discussing’ this bet, let me fix this. It’s all I ask.’

Both their eyes found eachother, making a silent agreement before she sent the screenshots to his phone as evidence. Yoongi didn’t stick around for much longer, only making one more statement before leaving - he had what he needed - He left the woman who was begging for him to stay, yet he really didn’t care.

‘By the way... I hope you won your silly game.’

It was surprising him, how much he cared about you, more than he thought he did. - But that thought would have to wait for the time being.

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Standing outside against the cold, fresh air, Yoongi allowed himself to really contemplate his thoughts. How he barely let his ex finish her version of the tale, the reasons behind all of their actions. Fury lingered deep within him, almost as if it were seeping into his blood, drowning him in pain. Although she had ‘explained’ what had happened, how they all were only in town for a year or so - how they saw an oppurtunity to have fun, and took it. Yet it only made him angier, all he wanted was an explanation, but now that he had it, he was heartbroken. He hated it. Yoongi honestly never had thought that truely awful people had existed. He assumed parents would only warn their children of this evil just to intimidate them, but no. It was very much real. People really could be assholes for their own entertainment. After he had sorted through his thoughts, and smartly decided on printing the screenshots onto paper at a local library, a sudden sense of urgency ran through him - leading him to quite literally running back to his dorms. Adreneline leading him back, already wanting to go to your apartment to sort things out, wanting nothing to see your smiling face.

Before it hit him, it was as if a bus had slammed into his chest, trying to stop the air flowing through his lungs, despite the desperate need to keep moving as quickly as possible. The same two questions relayed into his brain repetitively, he wanted the thoughts gone so badly, for them to not be a concern to him. However, he couldn’t find it in himself to ignore them.

What if you didn’t want them back? What if you couldn’t forgive them?

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You missed them. You missed them so much, everything about them. But you were so angry at them, so dissapointed in their lack of faith in you. - despite your instincts telling you to go over there, to talk to them. You were just too angry.

Yes, Yoongi had called. Several times, yet you couldn’t answer him, you wouldn’t answer him. - you were scared. What if they wanted to carry on shouting? What if they weren’t finished the first time? You didn’t want to hear it, you couldn’t hear it. So you wallowed in your own pity, with a few other friends you knew. But they weren’t the same as your boys. They couldn’t make you smile or laugh like they could, of course they tried and you were grateful for that, but they knew just as good as you did - no one would ever replace your seven boys. No one ever would.

Days had blurred together, realistically it had only been short of a week. You had spent every one sleeping on the couch, watching your favourite crime shows surrounded by a few friends, ordering takeout and having slight chatter. Yet inside you felt so gutted, so heartbroken - You were so mad that they wouldn’t hear you out. You were mad, thinking they hadn’t even cared. None the less, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate them, not even to dislike them. You cared about them so much, loved them so much to the point where all you wanted was to pace over to the dorms, plead guilty for something you didn’t even do, aslong as it increased your chance of forgiveness from them. To have them back in your life. Reluctantley, your few friends convinced you against that idea before leaving you for the night - all alone once again as you felt icy tears began to drip down your face (once again) whilst drifting off into a light slumber.

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Six boys sat in their lounge room, silently doing their own buisness. Neither one breaking the comfortable silence that had been placed upon them. Granted, they were all slightly unsure of one another - yet no one knew why. No one seemed to know what to say, or who to say it too. That was until, a slightly sweaty, yet panicked Yoongi barged into the room.

‘We are all such idiots! Have you any idea? Any idea of what you’ve done, what we’ve all done?!’

Everyone stared at Yoongi wide eyed, no one knowing how to react. Namjoon deciding to speak first, approaching Yoongi gently in hoping of calming him down.

‘Yoongi, calm down okay? If your stressed about work, it’ll be fine, just chill out okay?’

‘Stressed about work? You honestly think that’s what this is about? Do you really not care? Are you kidding me! Take a look at this, All of you look - NOW!’

Yoongi had retaliated with such force, as he thew down the screenshots he had printed off, onto the table infront of the youngest members. The room increased in tension in the stroke of a finger, as Hoseok lifted the papers, reading them with an audible gasp as he through them into Namjoons hands.

‘No. No, No. Namjoon, you said you were sure! You said you knew that Y/n had been saying horrible things about us, how could you! You didn’t check? This whole time? We... We trusted you!’

‘Is it true Namjoon? We, were wrong? Y/n was telling the truth? How could we do this to them?’

Taehyung gasped in dissapointed, in himself and the others around him, whilst staring deeply at the floor, wishing it would swallow him up whole, rather than having to face the consequences of their actions.

Namjoons faced had visibly paled, at the time he just assumed that their (ex) partners wouldn’t lie to them about this. He didn’t think ANYONE would lie about something like this. So he didn’t think to ask for proof - assuming that it was unneccersary. But now, in this moment, he couldn’t regret it more. Everything was crashing down on them. On him.

‘Don’t just blame him Hoseok! We are all responsible for this. But no one cared to check, to allow Y/n to speak! We kicked them out, out of our lifes! I hope you’re all happy - none of us are more to blame than the other.’

Yoongi glared at everyone, pacing around the room, throwing his arms up. Everyones mind now seemed to be working in sync, almost forgiving one another in an effort to fix what they had broken - What they had all broken.

‘B-but what do we do now?’

It was Jungkooks turn to speak up now, his voice timid, like a lost puppy - every one had read the messages at this point, being led to a feeling of complete guilt and total loss. No one could look at eachother in the eyes as their minds processed the information, yet alone have a resolution to this situation, all the boys decided to gaze at Yoongi. They needed to know more, they needed to know how Yoongi had learnt the truth - But that didn’t matter currently, the only thing on their mind was you. What they had done to you, and how carelessly they had done it, they had kicked you out of their lifes - Only now, they had to try and win you back.

‘What have we done boys, what have we done?’

No one was even paying attention to who spoke those words, everything seemed to be blurring together as their eyes watered up. Realising how horrible they had all been, how un-forgiving they had all been.

‘We can fix this right? Y/n has always been forgiving! They’ll forgive us, surely they will?’

Jimin spoke with hope, only the other members knew him well enough to know it was feigned, that he also felt doubt within him, doubt that this was unfixable, that they really had ruined your friendship, for good.

‘I don’t know Jimin, I‘m worried, really worried that we might have taken this too far. But we can try...

We can always try.’

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PART ONE. PART THREE (A). PART THREE (F).

THIS STORY IS GONNA BE THREE PARTS!!! 

Part TWO of THREE

The results (when i wrote this) were very mixed, so I figured that three parts is a nice in-between, I rushed to get this out as I know it’s anticipated, and I’m so worried I’ve done REALLY BADLY I hope I haven’t let you down, this story will have a proper conclusion, with explanations further. I just though three parts would make more sense. Any questions are welcome (and constructive critism) as this is my first fic(?) Idk what you call this, so I’m still learning, and I’m sorry if it’s not great.💘

I’m not sure I like this all too much either, idk i’m not very proud of it tbh, I’m sorry if it bums, but pls no horrible commenst - ya girl is sensitive af lmaooo

Also, requests are still being sorted through - I’m sorry they’re taking awhile, I’m going through some stuff right now and I’m just doing my best to take things quite easy atm, I hope you all understand where I’m coming from!🙂

(all gif creds go to owners. please let me know feedback on this, always feel free to message me too!I hope you have/are having a good day ♡ )

[winterstellium]

Hey everyone! It's that time of year again; the time of reflection and refocus for the upcoming year.

I was rereading my post from last year and I came across this little section; "If I were to focus on a word, or words possibly, for 2017…it would be “new experiences”. Just to have the oppurtunity to say yes to new places, new events, something that you’ve never really done before, something to help you gain more knowledge, insight, and your horizons. I want this year to be good. There’s a lot I need to learn and I hope it’ll be this year". I can tell you right now that was the case, but it wasn't what I was expecting (isn't that how life usually goes?).

This year, 2017, has been stressful to say the least, and that seems to be theme, doesn't it? Whether it's been stressful for family, friends, personal; any and all forms of stress.

There's been a lot of financial stress this year that circled quite a bit around a person quitting their job without wondering how it affects others around them (they still haven't found a job or even looked for one either) and dealing with a big bank that definitely should NOT be in business (which I'm still confused how they're still running despite the many class action lawsuits against them).

There's also been some stress between family members in both immediate and extended. Rugs have been pulled out, verbal blows have been exchanged, and emotions have ran high. It's not good, but it's not getting worse (at least I hope not).

But in those stressful situations, there's been some pretty great times!

Here's my Year of 2017 in Review;

In January, I took the 30 Day Simplify Your Life Challenge put on by the wonderful muchelleb on YouTube. I decluttered not only my physical belongings, but the mental blocks too.

There wasn't really much happening in February that immediately sticks out to me, but I do know that March, I was able to to the Michigan Horse Expo down in Lansing! We even met the one and only Chris Cox too!

April comes around and the only thing that comes to mind is that I got a new pair of Sunglasses. I mean, it's not significant, but it's a good thing nonetheless.

May, wnderful May! My mom and Dad surprised me with not only the chance to go to Motor City Comic Con down in Novi (which was freaking amazing and also my first convention ever!), but also that they bought me my very own (and my first) laptop! I was blown away!

June steps up and that was the time that I went up north to spend some time with my Grandma D. since she wasn't doing the greatest. This was the time where I improved my cooking skills just a smidge. I got to spend some time offline and hang out with her and her dog, Patches (even wrote some chapters of my fic too!).

July soon follows and I'm still up north, enjoying myself. the Fourth comes and goes and soon after my Grandma and I head off to go check out the Thunder Bay Marine Sanctuary where we learned about the ship wrecks around the Bay and all around Michigan in the early days. This is also the time that I start using the "YOU" app as well as Instagram a little bit more.

August is the month where I'm back home. I water the neighbor's flowers for a couple weeks while they're on vacation to get just a bit more summer in before the Fall starts coming in. This is the month where I start planning out my to-do lists, monthly spreads, and my GYST (Get Your Shit Together, courtesy of Kalyn Nicholson) summaries in a black binder to help me keep track of what's going on in my life.

September rolls around and about halfway through I'm heading back up north to help my Grandma D. again. I don't mind going up there. I just wish she was closer (she's like 2 hours away) and that there was some decent wi-fi too. Nothing too much happened during this month (except that I missed Dad's B-day, but he didn't want to celebrate it for some odd reason).

October is up next and I'm still spending time up north. This was the month that Grandma D. and I checked out a Rehabilitation for Physical Therapy. We happened to find the right place and started going there on a weekly basis, unless it got to be too much due to the weather or overdoing it somehow the day before. I was with her through every step of the way until it was time for me to go home. Of course she's going to have some ups and downs, but I think if she keeps at it, it'll help quite a bit.

November has come with it's presence, but it held no memorable impression, unfortunately. But when it came to December, it was a happy month filled with close family spending time together. This was the month that a major change of getting away from the big bank that had us under its thumb for the last 12 years; we may not get all the money back we've had to shell out to them, but at least we're away from them altogether. And just recently, my family and I went to the movies and saw the new Star Wars movie; The Last Jedi! It was so cool to see, although it was a little too loud and some scenes made my chest rattle (which felt so weird). I haven't been to the movies since "War Horse" came out.

And in a 2018 Year to Come;

Writing — I want to finish drafting (not editing) my Second Ascension Trilogy; 4 months per Book

Arting — Practice the Habit of drawing regularly Work on Painting & Shading Create more Photomanips Test new brushes in both Paint Tool SAI and in Photoshop CC

Finance — Sell what I don't need or use Use my Credit Union account more often

Social — Connect & Hang out with Friends that I haven't seen in a long time Connect with new friends as well Check out some local events

Adult Responsibilities — Learn to Drive (still working on this) Check into Graphic Design as a career option, Learn more about it

Personal — Check into starting a Vlog Channel (this is a maybe) Learn more about Photography use Instagram & Stories more often Learn more about Tarot Check into some podcasts

This might be a lot at one time, but even if I happen to get through a third of this list, I’ll be more than happy!

I want 2018 to be a year filled with as much creativity and enjoyment as possible. My theme for 2018 is "Create". Create anything and everything to my heart's content. Create art, create writing, create moments and memories, create friendships and familial bonds.

And I want to create some great relationships with my followers and my mutuals. I want to get to know more about them, and I hope they feel the same way.

But I also want to highlight the amazing people I'm connecting with this year as well; @idreamofhazel, @theriverscribe, @nathyfaith, @spaceygh0st, @thechantelroyal, @bloodysideofhell, @super-fics, @cucumber-withanxiety, @timetraveldean, @zealous-whispers-of-us, @missjanuarylily, @kurosaki224-new-blog, @darknightfrombeyond, and @seenashwrite! And although there are some that I don't talk with every day, you guys are still important to me regardless.

And like in the previous New Years’ posts–

It’s time to look toward the future and all that it has in store for us. But that’s not to say we can’t look back, if only for a moment to gain a better insight on how to keep moving forward. I definitely would like to thank all of my followers; to those who like and reblog just about all of my posts, the ones who very seldom like and/or reblog anything of mine but still show their acknowledgement, the ones who only like my posts (yes, I see you), the ones who rarely get on tumblr anymore due to personal reasons, the ones who are on here every single day just blogging along, my mutuals, and for everyone in between. You guys are amazing, sweet, talented, wonderful — there’s not even enough words to convey my gratitude for you all. You mean so much to me and I would not be here without any of you.

I want to wish every single one of my followers, bots and all, a very Happy New Year!

So here's to the end of 2017 with all it's ups and downs, crazy twists and out-of-nowhere turns, and here's the bright new beginning of 2018. Let's make 2018 unforgettable in the best possible way(s).

You got this! I know you can do it!

~Cobalt

[obscuraxrp]

The smoke settles to reveal ANAKIN COLLETT, a 25 year old were-tiger of Sunseong. He is an assistant swim coach who appears to be adept in enhanced vision,enhanced agility, and enhanced durability --- but like most things in Sunseong, there must be more to him than meets the eye.

FACECLAIM: Kang Younghyun (Brian Kang/Young K), day6

APPEARANCE:

Normal: While a shorter male, Anakin’s body is more evened out due to swimming over the years. His eyes are almost a green-ish hazel color but it’s hard to tell at times. Ninety percent of the time,   his hair is drenched from swimming in the pool. 

Beast: His were-form  resembles an orange  Bengali Tiger.  It is a darker shade of orange in comparison to the  Amur tigers that once inhabited  Korea What wasn’t common would be his height,  this can be attributed to his mother’s side. However, he’s resembles a tiger than a lion,albeit a very big tiger. The dead tell sign that it is him is the hair near the jawline seems a bit frayed, this is due to once again him spending a lot of time near chlorine water. 

BIOGRAPHY:

Nulla

“Are you sure you want to do this?” the female grasphing the other’s hand.

“Yes, Sumni. I am sure.”

“Your pack- won’t they.” Sumni placed her hand on her belly.

“I’ll fight them if they touch our son.” The male stood up and held out his hand .  “We need to catch our plane.”

Sunmi only nodded and followed her husband.

I

“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Anakin’s story  begins in North Carolina. Rather than Sangmin, he was a child with no name. He was found in the surrounded by blood and wearing a red pendant.  Posters were  everywhere in hopes that  someone  would take the child back. After a year,  someone in the department would take care of him.That person was Amber Collett.

II

Amber Collett was his adopted mother. She works at the center dealing with abandoned children.  She named him ,Anakin after her favorite Star Wars character. As a kid, she often took picked up Anakin from school and took him to work. Both Amber and Anakin enjoyed each other’s presence. Anakin  considered Amber a good mother. However things changed when he got older.

Anakin  began to ask a lot of questions: Why didn’t he look like Amber? When is his birthday ? Who were his real parents? . Due to the nature of his case, Amber couldn’t give the background to all his questions.  She denied answering the questions involving his parents. Anakin still persisted anyway .It didn’t help that his mother was dating someone Anakin believed to be shady. He thought Amber’s boyfriend was a bit off his rocker talking about myths This eventually led to one of their biggest fights.

After that, Anakin  drifted his mother. He didn’t want to be near a mom that can’t give him any answers. Her boyfriend was a guy he wanted to be around either.

III

High School was a different time for Anakin. While he did have a fair share of friends in middle school, he wanted more friends. After joining and quitting several clubs, he found his niche with the swim team. Granted he wasn’t the best swimmer but it was a better match for him than most clubs. It also gave him an excuse not to go home to his mother.

IV

Eventually he found himself in the swim team. Constant practice helped Anakin  improve his skills. When it came down to choosing the coach remarked  Anakin had a glint in his eye, a born leader. He  began leading practice and guiding the other swimmers.

It also didn’t hurt  his popularity either. In comparison to his freshman year, Anakin  always had somewhere to sit at lunchtime. There were people who enjoyed being around his charming yet reserved presence. Anakin  was a very sought out person to invite to all the parties. Even by the time he graduated, Anakin  had a smile on his face and a full scholarship to the University of Texas. Life was good for the other.

V

Anakin remember the day he changed all too well . That night  he was at a bonfire. The students gathered around to burn a couple of books. They were drunk  trying to have fun. When the moon came, that changed.

Anakin felt very strange. Everyone thought he was drunk and needed to head back to the dorm. Even as he walked back, he felt worse. It was almost like his whole body was becoming heavier. The last thing he remembered as human was hearing a scream.

Everything after that became very vivid- Anakin struggled to walk through the campus. Yet there was an anger inside him. Resentment, confusion, and the craving for meat drove him through the night.

Anakin  woken in a cage, Amber and her boyfriend outside the bars.

VI

Amber looked back at  her boyfriend  and then at Anakin

“They’ll cure you.” his mother whispered.

Anakin  knew that wasn;t the case. Someone who would cure him would get him to a better facility. He would be wearing clothes and getting proper food. They weren’t curing , they were testing him. But Anakin  knew any kind of rebellion would be moot. So Anakin stayed and waited.

His oppurtunity came when the power went out. Anakin  grabbed the keys and began to run. When he reached the exit-he changed into a tiger once more. He needed to find a santuary.

VII

Anakin had to change back to human. He was stuck in the middle of the woods when he saw the cabin. A woman came out, almost if she was expecting He hesitantly came inside her house. She explained that she know what he was but he will help him. She informs him on his nature as a were-tiger. She also explained that the pendant belongs to his pack the Hans  His destination would be Korea.

“Find the Hans to take the lead.”

VIII

A week later, Anakin  found himself at the airport heading to Korea. He was armed with a few possessions and a new set of clothes. He was still confused about his path but he had to move forward.

IX

Four years later, Anakin  is working as an assistant coach in  Sunseong. He would sum up his years as luck and content. Anakin  has more control of his shifting despite the weird sensations he experiences. He managed to attract a few weres to his facility, they do seem him as a leader.   He still hasn’t found the Han  pack to this day but maybe it’s for the better. At least thats what he tells himself.

CHARACTERIZATION:

Anakin  is the type of guy who tries to look on the positive side. Even if things are going badly he feels the need to stay calm. To him, he feels he needs to be the one in charge and help others.. Action speaks louder than words.

On the flip side, not knowing the truth makes Anakin  tense. Anakin hates liars with a passion. He will call you out if you even try to deceit him. He honors the truth more than anything and he’d take that over a fantasical lie.

With others, Anakin  might have a more awkward approach. Even living in Korea for years, his diction in Korean isn’t the most eloquent. He would even go as far to say that it limits him in terms of friends. He has met a few friends through work but he wouldn’t say he has many.

When it comes to more romantic relationships, he’s very hesitant. Anakin would love that deep connection with someone. At the current moment he realizes thats a but tough.  That isn’t to say he would never date someone but feels he might not be good enough for a real relationship.

SPECIALTIES

Shapeshifting Rank I (0 points):  Anakin has honed his abilities in the shapeshifting department. He can shift between his two forms save an awkward sensation. Outside the full moon , he is competent in his tiger form.  He has yet to fully control himself during the full moon.  

Enhanced Vision (20 points)- Anakin has better visibility in water has increased tremendously. He can see the end of the pool much better under water then he did back as a human wearing goggles. His eyes are less strained from chlorine. He can also see better after a swim in comparison to before.  

His Visibility  at Night has increased so he can see obstacles and objects ahead of time during a walk.

Enhanced Agility  Rank II (40 points): Due to Anakin’s former swim training, his  agility as  a were-tiger  is  enhanced. His reaction to fast going stimulus (i.e a whistle, someone charging at him,etc) is faster by 30 seconds. Being in a busy environment such as a sporting event  helps him recognize all the triggers and warning signs. 

 Hyperfixation  at Tasks- Anakin does occasionally shows off this skill when he does several cartwheels in a row without fail. He can focus more on doing athletic tasks without getting easily distracted

Aim dodging - He can dodge small items,such as water balloons and beachballs, being aimed at him.

Directional Movement- Anakin can maneuver himself to turn back within 50 m in water.  

Enhanced Durability (20 points) : Tigers are known as true fighters. Anakin finds himself to be able to do labor intense tasks for longer periods of time. In the event, he gets sick however  his durability tasks a much more severe toll. 

 Annimal Communication  (0 points)-He can communicate with cats if he wishes. However he doesn’t as often due to a noodle incident involving a group of cats wanting his tuna  sandwich. 

Luck Ward-Minor (5 points)- Anakin’s necklace that he wore at the crime scene and at birth is considered this. It is mainly triggered through Anakin’s innate desire. For example if he wanted luck for his swimming meets, it slightly raises his odds. It is not always guratee to work 

Unspent points: 15 

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Red Ants: Interview with Eric Bell

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Highlighting the July 3321 10 Red Tons

Sten Hugo Hiller interview with Eric Bell # 314456

At K3 in one of the standard specialist formats. Red Ants. As I was at the lower end of the scale I didnt expect to do wery well, but one can always dream. At T-12 hours Michael Coxon claimed top and I had no success of budging him. But I returned at T-6 minutes to find he had been dethroned and Eric Bell of the Omegas sat on the top. Not a bad word about Eric, but his formation was 27 lvl lower and two mechs fewer than Coxons, so I decided to try him out. I got the top but he retook it. As scramble arrived it was just the two of us fighting. My hatorades, large hatorades and my supers ran dry. Each time I took the top he reclaimed it. What was worse was my mechs was tiring out. Where I had used seven tries to get the top five times in the start, now it took twelve. After 28 minutes I was dry. We had swapped control 50 or 60 times, but he was now on top. I made a mental guess at endtime and came up with 48 minutes. At 47 I would use my partially repleted energy and strike for Gold. Unfortunately for me it ended before that and I got a silver. Those who held the tops at that time were:

Div 1 (20 players): Fabio Favaro, Juggernaut (14m,36s) Div 2 (16 players): Dan Ross, Death`s Collector`s (19s) Div 3 (18 players): Eric Bell, Omegas U.N.M. (16m,42s) Div 4 (42 players): Able Hunter, Star League (12m) Div 5 (27 players): Gordon Track (3m,4s) Div 6 (37 players): Robert Palmar, HF: Dragoons (25s) Div 7 (26 players): Leeboy Wegenast, T.B. 1st K. Highlanders (1m,20s) Div 8 (24 players): RonPaulforPrez, Knights of Chaos (13m,14s) Div 9 (34 players): Bob Templin, M.P.A. "A" team (24s) Div 10 (15 players): Tanfoglio, Borg Collective (8m,14s) Div 11 (10 players): clan_holder1, Heroes Heavy Brigade (5h,18m) Div 12 (6 players): Wile_E_Coyote_ (13m,12s)

Total Participants: 275, Total Medals: 166 (of 180 Possible)

Not many participating, of those who did at least 80 were clearly overweight. As usual lots of unclaimed bronzes in div 11 and 12, 14 total this time.

Scramble lasted for about 44 minutes. Exept for in div 11, all Golds changed hands, three of them the last minute. No single Clan, or as I could see even families managed more than one Gold this time. Unaligned Gordon Track (5) and Wile_E_Coyote_ (12) got Golds and will probably recieve invitations to join clans in the near future. None managed to repeat the Gold performance from the Oggunners.

As I sat muttering to myself about the endtime that didnt confirm to my wishes, Eric Bell(#314456) came down to swap parts. It seemed we had exchanged more than fire, most of our mechs had about an equal number of parts from the others formation. While the technicians took care of that, Eric brought out a table, two crystal flutes and a bottle of Cogwerk Cru `84. He had had it with him ever since he started out, to celebrate his first KOTM Gold. And now he wanted to share it with me. Deeply touched by this magnimosity I almost repressed my wish that I was the one sharing my Champagne with him. Still, an intervee was present, so I whipped out my notebook and got a few answers.

Sten Hugo Hiller You have been around for a long while. First mention of you was when you fought in the 15th clan war for Hells Horses back in `84. You stayed with them, joining up with other clans for the FW`s until you changed to Omegas and Hells Horses in `14, then to Omegas U.N.M. in `15. I assume it was a merger and a namechange, but what does U.N.M. stand for?

Eric Bell Well, I dont know, I think its an Omegas branch Randy Jaye Tayor would know, as he is leader. My game has been getting better in Omegas

Sten Hugo Hiller Yes, and you seem to be growing at a frightening rate as a clan. While you have been around for a long time, you havent been a regular contender in the KOTMs until recently. I think your first KOTM medal was in `08 and this was your first Gold?

Eric Bell Yes I was so happy, have spent a lot of time fine tuning my Ants. The last few 10 tons I have been close but work or out of fights missed gold.

Sten Hugo Hiller I know the feeling of being out of fights, happened to me recently.... I must say I was surprised the big guns stayed silent this time, but... What would be your favorite KOTM if you could make up the rules for one?

Eric Bell I know, was kinda nice. I dont know but im thinking about it maybe a non niodes kotm like no weapons ,equipment or mecs that are noides crazy as that sounds

Sten Hugo Hiller Several others have suggested a Crystal event already, so from your lips to the Developers ears. Talking of resorces, you are pretty active in the circuits, how are you doing resorcewise, having huge piles of crystal and ferrite, or a big backlog of mechs to upgrade?

Eric Bell Just a mild backlog, about a year or so ago I sold every thing from lv 25 to 65. I didnt use it much and wasnt active like now so most of the mechs I use are up to lvl, and niode mecs are only 2 lvl behind or full. I do have 8 niode mechs about half way, have 25 niode mechs in all. I do the free upgrade and upgrade sales

Sten Hugo Hiller That is the way I do it myself, .. when I can afford it. It would seem from your KOTM medals that you arent a big fan of the unlimited format?

Eric Bell Im just a grinder, I dont by niodes. Dont get me wrong, I would, but cash is allways short and sometimes I feel a bit salty when I get wrecked by someone at lv 80. But Im ok, I still like the game and wins mean a little more to me when I get them.

Sten Hugo Hiller Dont I know the feeling, some times someone is just unbeatable even if they are sooo junior! Going a bit outside the KOTMs, you have fought in numerous FW/CW. What is your favorite villain, and why?

Eric Bell I did like the clones and Drake, nice mech raid they pulled off.

Sten Hugo Hiller And you got a good haul there I assume?

Eric Bell Yes, but any thing I get is kinda cool. Some times just a look at the medals I have won is cool, well, me and the clan

Sten Hugo Hiller Can be nice remembering the fights you had, and lessons you learned there. What kind of event are you wishing for in the upcoming FW/CW?

Eric Bell Hard to say, Ants only ? maybe something like 50 member units

Sten Hugo Hiller Well, we will see. When it comes to the weightlimited KOTMs, do you prefer max tonnage or mechtype?

Eric Bell Max tons. I sold off alot of types

Sten Hugo Hiller The current event is a chrono, how do you like them?

Eric Bell I hate to say it, but I dont even try. The hrs I work and just life get in the way lol

Sten Hugo Hiller Fair enough. As you have been around for decades, your knowlegde of mechs, weapons and equipment is a treasure for those fresher to the campaign. What are your favorites here?

Eric Bell The Dilophos, a 75 ton mech was the first one that just wrecking ppl for me even with a crystal loadout it rocked and getting a feel for what your mecs can do they might be very fast but aim is so bad you might shot yourself and some of the niode weapons rock. When I sold off all that stuff, the sale was laser weapons and i picked up like 20 cherenkov rays.

Sten Hugo Hiller Thank you for your insights. It seems security is arriving to get you safely away from the mountain. Any final words?

Eric Bell Keep grinding, get cooler stuff. Ty all, kotm was fun.

Security took him and his formation away. I finished the champagne and got my Ants back to the compound. Paulzilla would expect me to get on top of the paperworkmountain waiting for me. Any fresh winners can try to contact me after the

Upcoming Event: Sixty Chrono That is: Any mech you field heavier than 60 tons will leave a hole in your formation, and it is a chrono event. That gives you lots of oppurtunities to be high up the mountainside and get points. The winners will be those with most points, not those at the top at the end.

Event ends April 7 between 1700 and 1800 New York Time